something is melting within me
like warm syrup and honey
sweet and delectable
sap-filled and runny
if i’m becoming so
who is the banquet for?
it is my heart, my heart
slipping to the floor
my body keeps blossoming
as if sunlight and rain are upon it
your eyes and smile have opened me
to life and love, poetry and sonnet
you are good to my soul
i am blossoming in marigold
sipping wine at a villa in France
while the rest of the world is on hold
Les’Nspired
